Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
This is crazed and reckless and everything that Abe warned me about. It’s like the rest of the world has blurred away and there’s only Callahan left standing in stark focus before me. And god help me, but I want him so bad I think I might die if he stops now.
He moves me off the wall with a grunt and we tumble over onto the dressing couch, a tangle of limbs and clothes being pushed aside just enough so we can get closer, closer.
He pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand while the other slips between my legs.
“Do you remember when you said fucking me would be a mistake?” His voice is dark velvet and dangerous.
“Yes,” I breathe as his fingers discover I’m not wearing undergarments.
And I’m already soaked.
“And yet you’re not wearing underwear,” he says, growling now, a vibration that rattles in his chest like a warning. “Was that for him? Or for me?”
I don’t answer.
He wouldn’t like the answer.
He lets out an animal-like sound at my silence, nostrils flaring.
“I’m going to fuck him out of you, dollface,” he rasps, and as I stare up at his eyes, I swear his pupils flash red for a moment, a solar flare against piercing blue. “You’ll never be the same again.”
He slides his fingers inside me, thrusting in rhythm with his filthy words. I’m lost, completely lost, as a moan tears from my throat. I arch against him, frantic and helpless and not even caring anymore. I want more, more, so much more. He moves his fingers—two, three, four, practically fisting me—faster, deeper, relentless until I shatter around him with a strangled cry. My eyes roll back in my head, my limbs convulse, and the world explodes into a vision of white.
“You look like heaven when you come,” he says into my ear, breath hot. “I want you to see it.”
He hauls me off the couch and over to the vanity, dragging me along breathless and still trembling. He pushes me up against it, bending me over so I’m staring at my own reflection. His hand closes around my throat, holding tight.
“Look at yourself,” he commands, a brutal whisper.
With the other hand he bunches up my dress, lifting it until it’s around my waist. He frees himself from his pants, hard and thick and ready for me, then thrusts inside in one vicious motion that pulls a gasp from my lips.
“Look at us both,” he growls.
I open my eyes, dazed and wanting and utterly taken by him. The mirror shows everything: how wild we are together, how utterly consumed I am by what’s happening. My hair is a red mess, my breasts hanging free, my lipstick smeared clear across my face. His eyes are blue fire as he meets mine in the reflection, seeming to hypnotize me as his cock drives deeper, deeper, until I it feels like the air is being expelled from my lungs.
Then he pulls out and pumps into me feverishly, the edge of the vanity digging into my hips with every forceful thrust. The whole world has narrowed down to this moment—Callahan fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before.
His grip tightens on my neck as I watch myself unravel in the mirror. It’s raw and obscene and exactly what I’ve been craving since the moment he walked into my life.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he says through gritted teeth. “Ruin you for anyone else.”
I can barely breathe but everything is clear now, clearer than it’s ever been. Maybe this was inevitable all along: Callahan claiming me as his own. And maybe that’s why it feels so good—because here, with him, is exactly where I belong.
“You’re mine, you know that,” he rasps. “Mine, not his.”
His possessive words seem to claim me like the rest of his body is.
“Say it,” he growls.
It’s a demand and a plea, and I’m gasping as he pushes me closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I say, voice breaking with the intensity of everything. “Yes, I’m yours.”
He slams into me again, harder, pulling another strangled moan from my lips, and then his rhythm shifts, rough and desperate. He’s lost in me, lost in claiming me as much as I’m lost in him taking everything I have.
“Fuck,” he groans, low and ragged. “I can feel you—”
I come again with a broken sob, his name tearing from my lips like a prayer or maybe a curse or maybe both.
“Callahan!”
I see it all in the mirror just like he wanted: how completely he possesses me and how much I love being possessed by him.
Then Callahan follows with a growl that shakes through his entire body. With one hand he pushes my shoulder blades so I’m flat on the table, with the other he pulls his cock out from me and finishes himself off with his fist. Thick spurts of cum land on my back and onto my dress, hot and sticky, taking me by surprise.